sometimes i get obsessed with things that bother me and i can't stop thinking about them. than i take things too far like spamming people's comments with my feelings in return that maybe they will begin to hate me because i justcan'tgetoverit. i'm not really sorry, maybe it's a call for help.

i haven't left my room and i don't plan, too. well, except to go to the 10th floor to make ramen noodles. i'm sure glad my mom got this FINALS survival bucket or else i would have shriveled up in a ball of hunger pains. not that i eat that much but for some reason, i gotta eat or take a nap. i hate this paper. it's coming along very slowly. you gotta love the BS. 
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